Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.